¹Na svojej loži po nociach hľadala som toho, ktorého miluje moja duša; hľadala som ho, ale som ho nenašla.

¹By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

²Nože tedy nech vstanem a obídem po meste; po námestiach a po uliciach budem hľadať toho, ktorého miluje moja duša. Hľadala som ho, ale som ho nenašla.

²I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

³Našli ma strážcovia, ktorí obchádzajú po meste. Či ste nevideli toho, ktorého miluje moja duša?

³The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”

⁴Len čo som odišla od nich, našla som toho, ktorého miluje moja duša. Chopila som sa ho a nepustila som ho, dokiaľ som ho nedoviedla do domu svojej matky a do izby tej, ktorá ma počala.

⁴I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.

⁵Prísahou vás zaväzujem, dcéry Jeruzalema, na srny alebo jelenice poľa, aby ste neprebudily ani nebudily mojej lásky, dokiaľ by sama nechcela.

⁵I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁶Kto je to tá, ktorá vystupuje od púšte jako stĺpy dymu; okadená myrrhou a kadivom nad každý prach kupca-voninára?

⁶Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

⁷Hľa, posteľ Šalamúnova: šesťdesiat junákov vôkol nej z junákov Izraelových.

⁷Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

⁸Všetci narábajú mečom, vycvičení v boji; každý má svoj meč pri svojom boku zo strachu vnoci.

⁸They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

⁹Nosidlo si spravil kráľ Šalamún z dreva Libanona.

⁹King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

¹⁰Jeho stĺpy porobil zo striebra, jeho operadlo zo zlata, jeho sedisko z purpuru, jeho vnútrajšok je vystlaný láskou od dcér Jeruzalema.

¹⁰He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

¹¹Vyjdite a vidzte, dcéry Siona, kráľa Šalamúna v korune, ktorou ho korunovala jeho matka v deň jeho veselia a v deň radosti jeho srdca.

¹¹Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover